Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.